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That night, a light drizzle began to fall in Xinghai City.

Mr. Zhang, the chief legal counsel of the company that didn't want to go to work, sat on the sofa in the living room of the villa halfway up the mountain, holding his briefcase, looking very nervous.

Whose boss is calling people to their house to work overtime in the middle of the night?

On the coffee table next to him lay a thick stack of equity transfer agreements in both English and Chinese.

Old Zhang was completely stunned. Just two hours ago, he was watching the US stock market and joining the capital frenzy. The next second, his boss's wife called him here and dropped a bombshell, ordering him to immediately draft a contract to change the group's top controller.

Lin Yan, wearing pajamas and with a lollipop in his mouth, casually snatched the Parker pen from Old Zhang's hand.

"President Lin, please think it over!" Old Zhang was so frightened that he jumped up and tried to make a last-ditch effort.

"That's 700 billion! Even if it's all marital property, it involves extremely complex tax and CSRC reporting. With this transfer, control of the group will be completely handed over. You won't even be able to keep your seat on the board!"

"Nonsense, what would I need that chair for? I'd die if I sat there listening to Lao Liang read PowerPoint presentations every day."

Without hesitation, Lin Yan turned to the last page, signed his name smoothly, and then pushed the contract in front of Shen Qingqiu.

Shen Qingqiu stared at him for a full three seconds, her knuckles gripping the pen turning slightly white, before finally signing her name without a word and pressing her red handprint heavily.

"All done."

Lin Yan threw down his pen, stretched out a big yawn, and felt as if the mountains of capital that had been pressing down on his back had instantly vanished.

"From now on, there will only be one boss in this company who doesn't want to go to work, and that is General Manager Shen."

Looking at the two documents that already possessed the highest legal force, Old Zhang felt that the world had truly gone mad.

While those people outside are fighting tooth and nail at the board meeting for a mere 0.1% of the shares, this old man in front of us is throwing away 700 billion like it's worthless paper.

"So... Mr. Lin, what position will you hold in the company from now on?" Old Zhang stammered.

According to business practice, when a founder steps down, even if it's just a formality, they should at least be given the title of lifetime honorary advisor.

Lin Yan touched his chin.

He's extremely concerned about his image. Since he's left with nothing, he can't really stay home every day as a full-time gigolo. He has to find a "respectable" job.

"The group's security team has always been very lax." Lin Yan's expression suddenly turned serious.

"I've decided to take on the role of Chief Security Executive Officer for the 'Don't Want to Work' Group. To put it simply, that's the head of security."

Old Zhang almost choked and collapsed on the spot.

"Security...security captain?!"

"What, you look down on security guards?" Lin Yan glared at him irritably.

"Monthly salary of three thousand, including five social insurances and one housing fund. Even if I'm not on duty, my meal allowance and transportation allowance must not be reduced by a penny. Lao Zhang, draft a labor contract for me right away, I'll sign it now."

Ten minutes later. Lin Yan looked at the extremely formal security captain's employment contract in his hand, bearing President Shen Qingqiu's personal seal, and flicked the paper with satisfaction.

"Honey, from now on I'm a proud working person too. Please take good care of me."

Lin Yan gave Shen Qingqiu a rather awkward salute, all while acting very serious.

Shen Qingqiu, with a cold face, calmly put the contract into the folder, her tone icy.

"Fry me two eggs tomorrow morning, make sure they're runny."

"Alright! I'll never forget the boss's orders." Lin Yan turned around with a grin and went to the kitchen to wash his hands.

Nine o'clock the next morning.

Numerous news media outlets, financial reporters, and venture capital tycoons, having caught wind of the situation, crammed the lobby of the headquarters building of a group that didn't want to go to work into a complete blockage.

A row of cameras and microphones were set up, everyone wanting to interview the richest man in Asia who had just made headlines with his sensational revelation.

Vice President Lao Liang flew back from New York overnight, and as soon as he got out of the car, he was bombarded with microphones from reporters.

"Mr. Liang, what are Mr. Lin's new plans for the AI ​​landscape over the next ten years?"

"Mr. Liang, is Mr. Lin Yan's sudden move an attempt to forcefully breach the defenses of the eight major Hollywood studios?"

Old Liang wiped the sweat from his shiny forehead, struggled to squeeze onto the podium, and cleared his throat.

"Dear friends from the media, I cannot answer the above-mentioned macro-strategy questions. This is because just this morning, Mr. Lin Yan donated all his shares to Ms. Shen Qingqiu free of charge. Mr. Lin Yan has now completely resigned from his positions as chairman of the group and all management positions."

The entire room fell silent.

The reporters' jaws dropped.

He's stepped down? He just gave up on 700 billion?

"Then...where is Mr. Lin working now?" A veteran reporter's voice trembled.

Old Liang's eyes twitched violently, his expression as if he had just stayed up for three all-nighters and then been told that he didn't need to make the PPT anymore—it was a surreal situation.

He shakily stretched out his hand and pointed to a corner to the side of the hall entrance.

In an instant, all the cameras turned around.

In the security booth next to the glass doors of the building, Lin Yan was wearing an ill-fitting dark blue security uniform, a peaked cap, and holding a large enamel mug with the words "Serve the People" printed on it.

He was sitting on a folding stool, playing chess with a gatekeeper in his fifties.

"Bang! General!" Lin Yan slammed the car in his hand against the baseline and shouted with overwhelming momentum.

The gatekeeper slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Hey Lin, your chess style is ruthless!"

"Absolutely. Sir, a bet's a bet, so you're paying for lunch at the cafeteria. I want an extra big chicken leg." Lin Yan took a sip of his fine tea and squinted his eyes contentedly.

The flashbulbs went off like a waterfall, and the reporters went completely crazy.

This scene is even more outrageous than Mars colliding with Earth!

Asia's richest man, on his very first day back in office, became his own bodyguard?!

Several reporters, their eyes gleaming with greed, tried to break through the turnstile to conduct interviews. Lin Yan glanced at them out of the corner of his eye and immediately grabbed the walkie-talkie hanging on his waist.

"Attention, Squad 1! Unauthorized personnel are attempting to breach the gate. Stop them! Maintaining company order is our security department's duty!"

Several burly security guards, upon receiving the order, immediately rushed over like wolves and tigers, blocking the reporter from entering the door.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Lin Yan, carrying a large tea mug, strolled into the building through the staff-only entrance, concealing his merits and fame.

That afternoon, the trending topics list completely crashed.

#Lin Yan abdicates and gives his wife 700 billion#

#Asia's Most Expensive Security Captain#

The hashtag #LinYanPlaysChessForChickenLegs# dominated the top ten of the charts.

Netizens across the internet are no longer surprised by the outrageous behavior of this former richest man, and many are marveling that this is the highest level of eccentricity.

In Lin Yan's view, as long as he can maintain his dignity as a stay-at-home husband and avoid being dragged to those endless meetings, this security guard uniform that costs three thousand yuan a month is quite comfortable to wear.